So book 4 of the New Prometheus is going to be published VERY soon.
With that in mind, it's time for the first snippet from the book, Prometheus Vengeance.
I hope you like it!
Director Forrester had been quite vague as to what this “situation” was, so she figured she should go with her usual full kit so that she was covered for all eventualities. She wondered if he had called any of her teammates, too, or if she would be heading out there alone. Either option would suggest the level of seriousness of whatever this incident was. She guessed she would find out soon enough.
On reaching the armoury, she found she was the only one of her team in there, which suggested she would be doing this alone, but of course, she couldn’t be sure of this. Picking up everything she thought she would need as quickly as possible, she slung them over her body and left the room before entering the closest lift.
Seconds later, she emerged into the hanger bay to find William, the director of the A.C.T., standing in front of an idling flyer with his datapad out, tapping away on it. He looked up and smiled.
‘Excellent, let’s go,’ he said, and moved up the rear ramp of the flyer. Frankie jogged over and followed him up and found only Dion in the flyer with them, sitting at the aircraft’s terminal, ready to monitor comms and the mission.
Frankie nodded at the young man, who smiled back at her, saying her name in greeting.
She turned to William as she placed her bum into one of the seats in the flyer.
‘Just me going with you on this one?’ she asked.
‘That’s right, just you. Escort duty basically,’ he answered her.
‘So, what’s the mission?’ she asked through a new neural link that she opened up between them as the flyer rose up from within the hanger into the dull grey sky and banked left, setting out over the city.
‘A prison transport has been targeted. it was carrying operators and agents from Nano Technic that were turned into the authorities following the new partnership between that Corporation and the government. They were on their way to a secure facility when it was attacked,’ he said.
‘How long ago was this?’
‘According to the reports I’m getting, it’s still underway. We’ll let the city authorities deal with any conflict that’s still ongoing, though. You’re here to escort me, okay?’
‘Of course, Sir,’ she said before she turned to Dion. ‘What’s our ETA?’
‘We’re less than a minute out, coming in just behind the police,’ he answered her.
‘Hmmm,’ she said as she adjusted her gear and made sure she was carrying everything she needed. ‘The city reacted quickly to this.’
‘The transport was being closely monitored. The occupants had already shown signs of wanting revenge and were some of the best agents and operators from that Corporation. They’re high-value targets and had already expressed their anger at the situation. They were expecting trouble, I think,’ William answered her. William was a big guy, stocky, well-muscled, and a former military man. The way he held himself and moved gave away his career as an officer in the forces. She didn’t really know much more than that about his previous life, although, she had heard rumours that he was former Special Forces.
He was a natural leader and the perfect man to lead their small group.
‘We’re on final approach now, Sir,’ Dion said over their link.
‘Pilot?’ William asked.
‘Yes, Sir,’ said a familiar voice over the link as the pilot’s head appeared around the side of his seat. It was Jude. Frankie raised her eyebrows in surprise as she looked at him.
‘Hang back a bit; let the police secure the area. They’ll let us know when we can land,’ he said.
‘Copy that, Sir,’ he said, focusing back out front again.
‘Jude? I had no idea you were a pilot,’ Frankie said.
‘Surprise!’ Jude answered in a sing-song tone.
‘But, what’s going on?’ she asked. ‘I thought you were looking for a job or something?’
‘I was, and then Mr. Forrester spoke with me. He asked if I could be of help, and when I mentioned that I could pilot a flyer, well, it just grew naturally from that. I wanted to surprise you, though, so, I asked him to keep it quiet,’ Jude said.
‘So, you wanted to stay within the A.C.T. all along?’ Frankie asked.
‘It was high on my list of options, yes. I mean, I don’t have much of a life left to return to anymore, so, it made sense.’
‘Well, that’s great. Happy to have you with us,’ Frankie said.
‘Thanks.’ Jude smiled back.
‘Sorry to interrupt the “love-in”, but we’re being told to land,’ Dion said.
‘Take us in,’ William said.
The flyer descended towards the elevated highway beneath them while Frankie moved to stand by the open side door of the flyer, surveying the area around them.
She could see a long vehicle that looked like a large armoured van with a number painted on the top of it. No doubt the prison transport as she could see that it had ploughed into the side of a large wreck of a truck that looked to have been driven off the top of a nearby building. Two police flyers had landed on the freeway, one in front of the transport and the other behind while a third stayed airborne and circled the scene.
As she watched, their own flyer dropped down and came to rest upon the smart tarmac of the elevated highway with a bump before the engines started to power down to a gentle idle.
She watched as an officer in a high visibility vest walked over to her, only for her to suddenly recognise him. It was Detective Chief Inspector Ulric Riley, who had been in the police station when Psytech had attacked it, and Frankie had taken Gibson and Xenox in to help with its liberation.
‘DCI Riley, it’s a pleasure to see you again,’ she said.
‘Aaah, Frankie, isn’t it? I had no idea you were working for the government now,’ he said.
‘Gibson is, too. We work together now. He’s not here today, though,’ she said.
‘Shame. Give my best to him,’ he said.
‘Frankie,’ said William, who had moved up behind her. ‘As much as I hate to break up this little reunion, we do have a job to do.’
‘Sorry, Sir,’ she said and stepped out of the flyer. ‘Is the area secure?’ Frankie asked DCI Riley.
‘The highway is, but the surrounding buildings are not, which is why we have some airborne support,’ he said.
‘Watch the rooftops,’ William said through their neural link.
‘Will do,’ Frankie answered him and followed the director as he spoke with the Detective Chief Inspector while she scanned the rooftops and windows.
‘So, what happened?’ William asked as Frankie listened.
‘It seems that some people, probably former operators and colleagues of the captives within the transport, launched a rescue mission. Unfortunately, they were successful,’ Riley said.
‘How long ago did this happen?’ William asked.
‘Minutes, so they’re probably still relatively local. We have a couple more flyers inbound who will be searching the area in the next minute or so. As you can see, they didn’t hesitate to kill the officers who were escorting them,’ Riley said as they reached the smashed transport. Frankie saw two bodies within the cab of the van and a few more who had been in the cab’s rear seats and had managed to get out to fight. Now, they lay dead on the tarmac, surrounded by pools of drying blood.
At the rear of the vehicle, Frankie looked in to see the broken chains that had secured the inmates in place and the final two dead officers, both of them killed with clean headshots.
‘What do you make of it?’ William asked her out loud.
‘The hijackers were professional; they knew what they were doing. These wounds are clean, precise, and tightly grouped. They weren’t spraying and praying. These guys are good,’ she said.
‘Agreed,’ William said.
Frankie heard a muffled whoosh sound coming from above and looked up in time to see an RPG trailing smoke, streak through the sky from the rooftop of a nearby building and slam into the side of the circling flyer.
Half a second later, it exploded, and the flyer started to drop from the sky.
‘Get in,’ Frankie said, urgency in her voice as she unceremoniously shoved William and Ulric into the armoured transport. ‘Stay here, you’re safe in here,’ she said as rapid fire booms of gunfire shattered the peaceful highway.
‘What are you going to do?’ William asked.
Frankie looked up. It seemed like there were some operators on the rooftop of one of the closest buildings to the highway, and they were firing down on the police.
Frankie looked back into the van. ‘Deal with them, of course,’ she said, deadly purpose in her voice.